भीष्म का दर्द

कुरुक्षेत्र में रक्त रंजित नदियाँ बह रही थी अविरल।

शवों का ढेर बढ़ रहा था  हर पल ,

एक सूरज रोज डूबता था आने को कल

और देवव्रत बाणों की शैया पर पड़ा था निश्चल।

पृथ्वी को रक्त से नहला रहे थे कुरु-पांडव

पर असल रक्त तो बहा रहा था भीष्म।

उनकी पीड़ा देख रो पड़ी गंगा मैया

पूछ पड़ी , क्यों नहीं त्यागते प्राण ??

समस्त वस्त्र में थे लहू के छीटें ,

बाण दे रहे थे पीड़ा।

पर मुख पर दिव्य तेज़ कर रही थी अलग ही क्रीड़ा। 

मैं तो यहाँ अपने वचन से बंधा हूँ।

अर्जुन की इस शैया पर लेटे लेटे ,

आने वाले सूरज का इंतज़ार कर रहा हूँ।

आने वाले सूरज को भी अँधियारा भगाना है।

यहाँ रुके रहना मेरी विवशता है।

दक्षिण में खड़ा यमराज ,

आज मुझपे हँसता है।

आप माँ होकर भी नहीं  समझी मेरा दर्द

मैं रोता रहा अपने भाइयों के शव पर।

करके अपने मन को कठोर

तोडा मैंने ख़्वाबों का हस्तिनापुर।

पर समझे नहीं मेरे पूर्वज मेरा दर्द

किसकी शिकायत करूँ , जब अपनोसे मिला ऐसा दर्द

जिन बच्चो को दिया अस्त्र का ज्ञान ,

आज उन्ही पर चलाये विषैले बाण।

अब इस अतीत के सूरज का अस्त होने वाला है।

नए सूरज के उदय का समय आने वाला है।

पर डरता हूँ फिर से ना टूट जाये ये घर मेरा

इसी लिए अभी तक रुका हूँ सह कर पीड़ा।

ऊपर आसमान के तारों ने सवाल करने शुरू किये है।

कब चलना है ?? आपके पथ को भी तो सजाना है।

सुनो !!! ठहर जाओ थोड़ा, मैं अभी ना जाऊंगा।

थोड़ा थक गया हूँ , पर हारकर ना आऊंगा।

सुनो अर्जुन !! जाने से पहले एक बात बतलाता हूँ।

मैं चला जाऊंगा , तभी इतिहास कहलाऊंगा।

मगर आने वाले कल की नींव

हमेशा इतिहास पर ही बनती है।

भले आकाश जितनी ऊंचाई छू लो ,

पर पाँव जमीं पर ही  पड़ती है। 

( यह कविता एक ऐसे पल में लिखा गया था जब मन के अन्दर के अजीब सा शोर था ..वो शोर जिसका न 7395_1कोई आरम्भ है और न ही कोई अन्त… महाभारत के रण भूमि पर सर सया पर पितामह भीष्म का भी कुछ ऐसा ही हाल था सोच के ये कविता उन्हीको समर्पित )

-अंशुमान कर

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दुनिया का शोर

वीरां-सी डगर पर, जब

मैं खुद को समेटे निकला।

आसमां के तारे भी साथ हो लिए।

बादलों का गुच्छा भी

साथ चलने लगा जैसे।

मानो आज कुदरत भी

जाना चाहती थी, इस दुनिया से दूर।

शोर भरी दुनिया से दूर।

ऊपर देख चांदनी में नूर ढूंढ रहा था।

तभी देखा, ये तारे किसे घूर रहे है ??

फिर कभी बिजली की एक चमक

जैसे उन तारों को बोलती है,

“दूर रहो !! ये दुनिया जालिम है।

खो जाओगे उसके शोर में। “

शायद सच ही तो कह  रही है तारो की अम्मा।

तख्तों- ताज से बड़ा नहीं कुछ इस दुनिया में।

नोटों से रिश्ते और विश्वास ख़रीदे जाते है।

ईमानदारी तो बस अपना वजूद ढूंढती है,

चुप रहती है।

पर जब हम इस शोर से दूर होते है।

 दुनिया के किसी छोर पर होते है।

वक़्त से वक़्त को तलाशते है,

तो इक बात जेहन में आती है।

हम भी तो है !! इस दुनिया में।

इन्ही ख्यालों में डूबे डूबे, नज़र ऊपर डाली।

बादलों का घेरा कुछ छँट सा गया था।

चाँद में चमक कुछ ज्यादा ही थी।

मानो जैसे कह रहा हो।

” बेटा !! शोर तुम्हारे मन में है।

बदलना है, तो खुद को बदलो।

दुनिया का शोर शांत हो जायेगा।”

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Conquest is still On….

A friend of mine told Primer’s of ECG is the best
I must be having no difficulty in its quest
For you must have thought be its jest
As you are a the teacher best.

But who knew time will be so unrest
that it claimed you even before my test
before you could teach me and the rest
Who knew one year will pass in such haste
ECG is still a mystery which only you could conquest….

Teaching ECG requires special art
you were obviously the best Dr.Smart
but after you went to His abode in the divine cart
Thy teachings are my only guide like the periodic chart
and I still struggle to conquer that ECG brat. 

In my every success note you were at par
for even today when you are a star
you smile from above to heal my scar
you have guided me in your blessing’s car
hence you were not just another star

You may be leaving up there in peace
but in our good and bad times of ease
we miss your that smile that never cease
for you treated every needy even without fees
you are truly missed in moments those and these

Your teachings were excellent
that made us in our lives self-reliant
your art of living was always vibrant
when your memories are so torment
certainly you were someone brilliant.

Today when I again look up the sky
I see that star is still shining bright and high
sending me some invisible signals like wi-fi
making me feel that you are there within 
guiding me every now with eyes keen
for my conquest with is still ON….

-PAPPAL
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Hello, Nirbhaya Here !!!

God created me for you

Without me you are not you

Still you give me a filthy view

Is this why you are the Gen new?

When born in some village or town

There was no one to gift me a gown

But when my brother cried in frown

Gifts were given in red green and brown

When I wanted to go to school

Dad said I must not talk like a fool

Mom said go and wash the clothes in pool

For school is for the boys dashing and cool

When my brother was eighteen

He went to an university for the teen

That’s when I lost my menstrual routine

Just to bear a child to my relatives keen

As my child grew With every passing time

I spent all my day singing him sweet chime

Yet today when I ask him for a drink of lime

He says he has no time for his work is prime

When my husband died in an accident

I delivered a girl unaware of the incident

But my relatives thought it was no coincident

And planned to kill the girl poor and innocent

“OH GOD WHY AGAIN” I cried in pain

For girls life here has no less than vain

Though same blood is running in the vein

The birth of a girl is a loss, while boy is gain

As I scolded the Lord up there with a glare

For he neither protected us nor did he care

My princess touched me with a feeling rare

Someone from within said “hello,Nirbhaya here?”

I knew she was His messanger, she was my dear

Yes yes Nirbhaya is very much here……

Pappal

(This poem is dedicated to few special people in my life starting from my mother,grandmothers, aunties and a special friend(AS) who hav constantly inspired me to respect womanhood both in their presence and absence…Happy Women’s Day)

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Before My Ink and Prayers Stop…..

Down the memory lane when I walk

With the memoir of our sweet-sour talk

I fail to chalk out the friendship’s depth

That depth which you said was the truth

Whether I was a friend or an acquaintance

Is the question whose answer is beyond my acceptance

For even today I believe that the fragrance

Which we call friendship still has existence

Existence!!  Or it is again a mirage

Stopping me from releasing the rage

Within me locked in thee hearty cage

Or is it just a hope with no ending range

HOPE, that someday you will realize

Our friendship was no deal with an expiry lease

But it’s a book waiting for its release

As you may forget every good thing in ease

But my memories will fail to cease

Neither will my prayer for your well-being decrease

Your actions raise the brow

Of those who never liked us grow

And bring tears with throbbing pain

In eyes that never that honored us again and again

   I always lived for other’s happiness

Thinking that you will be there in my sadness

But with passage of time it seems just a madness

As our friendship was never true in wholeness

Never complained to you for the hurting moments

Where my eyes searched for your clapping movements

When the world honored me for my achievements

Thy presence was this friend’s sole requirement.

When the camera wanted to capture

Our socially famous friendly gesture

You ruthlessly denied standing in a posture

With me as if it was an unhealthy culture

I still never complained to you of the pain

When your actions hurt me like arrows in a chain

For I believed our friendship will never go in vain

And someday you will realize that I am also in pain

Then you will apply some ointment on the injured crease

So my prayers for your happiness will never cease

You may accuse me for being judgemental

As you don’t realize this basic fundamental

That core also bleeds below a strong metal

Heart is not under control of one’s mental

A fight always require two sides

Where both have some egoistic tides

Which clash and blow away everything in a chide

Even then there is some good that still hides

I know my confession has hurt you till the core

But you have punished me for that even more

Make me think that the friendship we ever wore

Was just an imagination off the worldly shore

I was just an acquaintance and nothing more

My prayers will still grow like a tree of pine

For I still believe in these words of mine

Which I speak without any effect of wine

The song I ever wanted to sing with time

Is our sweet friendship’s soothing chime

Hope you don’t forget our friendship

If it ever truly existed in thy fellowship

From your side i may now not be a good friend

But my prayers for you will never cease from my end

You may think you are being cordial

But actually you are in a mode of denial

Even when I have compromised with your ordeal

As for me the friendship was never a deal

I never complained to your rude behavior initially

As I understood the pain I gave emotionally

Believe me the pain here was even more relatively

Because I believed time will heal things smoothly

But it seems you never missed me

Never missed our friendship as ‘we’

It’s high time I tell to thee

Cordiality you speak of I don’t see

Is this our friendship you said was true!!

“Our Friendship??”!! No its better to call

My friendship that’s bleeding due to the awl

Time will not heal anything at all

Until we maturely answer its call

I just hope you read this piece in complete peace

And think of that friend whom you forgot in ease

Hopefully before my ink and my prayers cease……….

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Hope you can read it….

People say love has no language

People say love has no age

Then why is it that not read in one’s rage

As it is the heart that then bleeds inside a cage

Sign is enough to express the feelings

Then why we don’t understand when one stop speaking

As love is not a game of giving and taking

But it is something more than our power of imagining

Love is to read in a mother’s food

So is it present in a father’s advice good

Love is read in grandparent’s toys of wood

And love is in the cousins fast changing mood

All this is good and nice

Only when you can read in between the line

And not let love sublime due reasons not so prime

Hope you only could read thy mind…..

Life is no doubt the best learning experience

That teaches us moral values without much expense

It is this experience that help us remove the suspense

Over love’s deep and vast significance.

Silence at times is very useful

But if this silence is always misunderstood

To be silent is not an idea fruitful

So speak to clear what is not understood

Hope you can read it…..

At times you need to respect other’s feeling

Atleast honor the time they were giving

When you needed reason to remain smiling

And speak to them few words soothing

Time is said to be a good healer

But at times this time can be a killer

As relationships at times need some feelers

That act more just an ordinary breather

When we see a child working

We say the society is torchering

But have we ever spend time reading

The actual cause behind those innocent working

Only if you can read it….

Will you realise that the need love

Love alone will bring for them the dove

And peace will return with the branches of olive

To this land where God once used to live

A woman wants only some dignified place of respect

In return of her great sacrifice protecting our future prospect

But it is the degradation of love in all aspect

That woman now is a victim of gross mass disrespect

Love in friendship is a fortune

Distrust and confusion are only misfortune

That make relations destiny’s cartoon

But the memories are just our good fortune

Remembering which the misfortune will change it’s tune

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as i step down the stairs thoughts come down

So all i can say thee is that

HOPE YOU CAN READ IT……….

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The Beacon in the Dark

'Campus Writing'

The ancient Indian scriptures have described ‘Prakruti’ or ‘Nature’ as a woman who gives birth and nourishes all the living organisms on this Earth. Man without woman is incomplete but it’s sad that even today she is considered to be man’s subordinate or slave. With passage of time human beings have developed but their humanity has under-developed. Earlier when man was not so developed our scriptures say women was a respected mother, wife, sister and daughter. But today it’s a matter of shame that woman is only looked as a mean to satisfy man’s vulturous desires, she is expected to oblige the atrocities done to her and she is called just a ‘Child bearing machine. Today when we talk of woman empowerment, gender bias,50% reservation, woman education and protection they sound more like an electoral promise rather than a since effort to change the society. Had there been sincere effort…

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